Six pictures I like that don't really fit in anywhere else. The first is on the Bright Angel Trail, the second on the South Kaibab, the third from the Rec Center porch, the fourth... also from the Rec Center porch, the fifth in front of the Backcountry Office, and the sixth at a barbeque party. [View Full Entry]

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That's what I heard one Park Ranger say to another as I walked to Slide Rock with my friend Sebastian earlier today. It sounds a little unusual if you've never been to Slide Rock before, but if you have, you know exactly what they mean. Worn smooth by untold ages of flowing water and slick with algae, the area could just as well be called Slip Rock. You could be walking, running, standing still, kneeling, squatting, crab-walking, doing leaping handsprings... I don't care what you're doing, at some point, you're going to slip and fall and if a flailing arm/leg/other apparatus [View Full Entry]

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It can't be past 3:30 in the morning, yet I find myself responsive to someone's request to get out of bed. How can this be? I've never woken up this early! Why am I not dismissing them with an irritated grunt and burying my head in the pillow? Wait! This isn't even my pillow! Where the hell am I? And then, as consciousness slowly begins to set in, I realize where I am and what I'm doing. I'm in my friend Ben's cabin, and today is the day that we're going to hike to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon [View Full Entry]

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Today I drove another group of lucky buggers to Page for a rafting trip. But then I continued on to Lake Powell and made a lucky bugger of myself! It is so nice there! White sandy beaches, warm blue water and sunshine! Just what I needed to make a few hours seem like a few minutes. I went to Lone Rock Beach, within the Lake Powell National Recreation Area. Lone Rock is named after the... ahem... lone rock pictured. Kim Jon Il was sitting on top singing "I'm so rone-RY!" I was amazed by the water here. After seeing nothing but [View Full Entry]

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That's what you get when you hike in Sedona. Today was another day of "hard" work driving people around and just generally having fun. It was a private trip, so for once the occupants of the good ol' rec van were not at my mercy. Rather, I was at theirs. But a merciful bunch they were. We were on the hunt for food, so we stopped at a shopping center on the outskirts of Sedona, only to find that eveything edible cost as much as your average college education. So the members of the party had to content themselves with molesting [View Full Entry]

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Me: I've never been on a trail with such a good view. Ted: David. We're on the Grandview Trail. Me: I'm... I'm just gonna stop talking now. Ted: That's good. Such was the conversational fare as I descended three miles to Horseshoe Mesa via the Grandview Trail on Sunday evening. Around 5:30 P.M. that day, I had been walking home, thoroughly exhausted, when my friend Ted pulled up alongside me in his truck, rolled down the window, and asked "Do you want to go hiking?" I thought for a moment about the kicks I'd taken to my legs and knees the [View Full Entry]

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Life is good here in the Grand Canyon. Today I had to get up for work bright and early at 6 AM.... to go to the Colorado River! Woo-hoo! I dropped off a busload of temporary park workers from overseas (hailing from Moldova to Mongolia) for a four and a half hour raft trip through the Grand Canyon, killed some time in Page (you have to be both creative and easily entertained in order for this to be possible), checked out the Glen Canyon Dam (yes, it's huge), and struggled to fully submerge myself in the Colorado at Lee's Ferry. I [View Full Entry]

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